--Talia ran like the proverbial wind toward Vee’s drastic shout. He wouldn’t be spying out the camp and screaming his head off, if it wasn’t life and death, she thought, or in this case, life and undeath. She had seen zombies before when her erstwhile caravan had passed a particularly bizarre village once, but she had never encountered ghouls. Why couldn’t it be more gnolls, she thought ruefully, she was beginning to figure out how to fight them. Fans aloft, she soon spied the pair, Aerex and Vee, forty feet ahead, though she could not yet see any opponent. To throw or not to throw, that was the question.
--Aerex had left a while ago to follow Vee, Talia ran off, and Tristan, ever ready to thwart evil in all its forms, followed as well, at a slower but more deliberate pace, raising his mace once more. That left Moruz, Kadarin, Percy, the groaning and moaning Dujek and Aethelstan alone with the two bound, stinking of blood and piss, gnolls. Kadarin looked about nervously. In a span of one week his life drastically changed, he allowed himself a moment of self-pity. How much more can I take?
--Moruz was silent. He noticed everything and missed nothing as his half-closed eyes cast about the bloodbath. Fat, thick flies were beginning to buzz and hover over the bloody bodies, both those of the living and those of the dead. Moruz pondered. If his help was needed, and Tristan would call for him, he would come to the rescue of his friends, but that would entail leaving Kadarin here alone, and that wouldn’t be prudent. The mage did look properly valiant, despite it all however, Moruz pontificated, leaning as he was on the fearsome gnollish spear, and keeping a nervous eye on the gnolls.
--Percy was now passed out from blood-loss and exhaustion. He lay there, barely breathing, now flat on his back. The gnolls began to chatter in their tongue. They sounded like they were arguing.
--With a sickening Thwack, Vee’s bolt hit the halfling ghoul square in its forehead, burying itself half-way into the skull. The small, but terrifying creature did not even pause or blink its dead, fish eyes. It merely dropped the head it was holding and advanced. Great, Vee mused between pangs of terror, anyone else and that’s a kill shot!
--Aerex lunged and stabbed. It was like burying a knife into butter. Deep into the creature’s shoulder, did the sabre sink, a pure killing shot if ever there was one, not unlike the killing shot of one of the infamous Taoroderros, or Jantirian bullfighters. Aerex pulled the bloodless blade back out in one single motion. The halfling ghoul wasn’t impressed, or if he was he wasn’t showing it. Gingerly, with almost a terrible gentleness, the ghoul bit down on the flesh above Aerex’s knee, grabbing his leg with both stubby, black-clawed hands. Aerex first felt a sense of euphoria, for only a second, before he felt every nerve ending go numb, and every limb and muscle freeze. He was unable to move suddenly, completely paralyzed! He was now afraid. The terrifying sensation of his body petrifying like that of a statue, was almost too much for the investigator. The halfling began chewing. Aerex would have screamed if he could.
--The gnolls continued to chatter. Moruz was now contemplating simply killing them, when he noticed two things. Aethelstan and Dujek were rising, while from the opposite direction of where Vee and the others now were, Moruz could see small, stout, loping forms appearing in the mists. He could make out at least eight creatures, which all shockingly looked a lot like Percy from thsi distance and the fog! They were sixty feet away now, making their way directly toward the group through the mist.